Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Index,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.